"Where are we? It's so big." Aziraphale looked around in awe, holding his big brother's hand and following him along. The door buzzed and they went into a nice, white hallway and up one set of stairs where a door was open a jar.

"You can leave the parcel outside." A voice called out and Aziraphale held onto Barty, his eyes wide. He knew that voice. That voice used to preach at the church. Aziraphale looked up at Barty. Elder Pryce, who left, who was a sinner and an outsider.

Why would Barty bring him here? "Brother, no."

"How much is the tip-- oh." Well. That wasn't hos book delivery. Wesley peered out from the chain that kept his door ajar, looking at Bartemius and then the small boy by his side. "Hello."